The **** in red knelt on the ground, heard the emperor's words, and anxiously reminded: "Your Majesty!"

But the emperor didn't care about it, looking at Murong Yan provocatively and happily. Murong Yan stood at the entrance of the hall, suddenly smiled, and walked slowly closer.

"Second uncle, you might as well tell me, what else did you do?"

The emperor sneered, and said: "You are too naive if you want to say something. In terms of seniority, I am your uncle. In terms of status, I am the king, and you are the minister. With your little city and me fighting, you are beyond your control."

"Really?" Murong Yan approached unhurriedly, the emperor's personal **** knelt on the ground, seeing Murong Yan getting closer, he trembled with fright. Murong Yan's boots stopped suddenly, and the **** in red trembled all over, and hurriedly kowtowed: "Your Highness, spare me, Your Highness, spare me!"

Murong Yan glanced over with lowered eyes, then looked at the emperor with a smile, not hiding the sarcasm in his eyes. His personal servant was so spineless, the emperor became furious and kicked the **** on the shoulder when the **** crawled over: "Get out! An **** is an eunuch, and it really can't be a big deal."

The **** didn't dare to speak even after being kicked, he got up while enduring the pain, and knelt down tremblingly waiting for orders. Murong Yan looked at this farce with cold eyes, he suddenly felt boring, today is his and Jiajia's big wedding day, a good night is worth a thousand dollars, but he is dealing with these boring tricks in the palace, it is really disgusting. Murong Yan was impatient and wanted to continue acting with the emperor. He lowered his head and flicked his sleeves, and said, "Second Uncle, please save yourself. I was tired of playing your tricks when I was ten years old."

The emperor looked startled for a moment and asked, "What?"

Murong Yan waved his hand, and the attendant presented a package to the hall. Murong Yan didn't even bother to turn his head, he waved his finger and said, "Give it to him, let him see for himself."

The attendant placed the parcel in front of the emperor, who was puzzled and finally said, "Bring it to me."

The **** in red got up straight from the ground and took the package carefully. He had just taken two steps when he was suddenly slashed by a guard with a scabbard from behind, hitting the hollow of his leg. The eunuch's knees softened, and he threw himself to the ground, and the package shook to the ground.

The emperor narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene. This was undoubtedly a great provocation and contempt for the emperor. It was self-evident who the guards dared to do. The emperor was very angry, but he thought of his plan and forcibly endured it. His autographed edict has been spread outside, and the governors of various states will inevitably raise troops to conquer the rebels after receiving the edict. With Murong Yan's 30,000 men, how can they withstand the soldiers and horses in the world? The emperor is the emperor after all, his words come out with purpose, whoever he wants to be good can soar into the sky, and likewise, he says whoever is a traitor is the one.

Now, the imperial decree of the emperor ordering the marshals of the whole world to conquer Murong Yan has been spread outside the city of Ye, so Murong Yan will be able to enjoy himself for a few days. Thinking of this, the emperor forced himself to hold back his anger. For the present plan, he must stabilize Murong Yan first, and when King Qin's troops arrive, it will be time for him to dispose of Murong Yan. Let's put up with Murong Yan first and let him run wild for the last few days.

The emperor tried his best to hold back the bad breath. He looked down at the scattered packages on the ground, and when he saw the contents clearly, his expression changed suddenly.

Murong Yan spent all his time watching the emperor's face, and when he saw this, Murong Yan smiled lightly: "Second Uncle, did you recognize it?"

The color of the emperor's face changed back and forth, white for a while, red for a while, and finally turned livid. He managed to stay calm, pretending nothing happened, and asked, "What is this?"

"What is this, second uncle can't recognize it?" Murong Yan smiled and said, "This is exactly the imperial edict that second uncle carried in his clothes and sent out of the palace by secret orders. To be honest, if I hadn't seen the second uncle I don't know that the imperial edict written by my uncle himself, but my second uncle actually commented on me like this."

The emperor refused to admit it stubbornly, but the **** who was close to him was not as good as the emperor. When he saw the secret edict on the ground, his expression suddenly collapsed: "How could it fall into the hands of King Langya? Doesn't this mean that this edict was blocked from the very beginning?" Come down? The imperial edict has not been spread outside, and the rescuers will never come!"

The personal **** completely collapsed, unconsciously muttering the truth. The emperor closed his eyes in despair, it's over, this is really all over.

Murong Yan twitched the corner of his lower lip in a mocking manner, and asked his subordinates to put the imperial edict away again. The emperor was disheartened, and asked: "How did you find out? Why did the news of the edict leak out? Even if you intercepted the edict, why didn't anyone come to report it to me? people!"

"You should ask yourself that." Murong Yan rolled up his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and said, "The emperor's wounds have deteriorated after being seriously injured by an adulterer. Don't disturb the emperor's rest, and three meals a day will be delivered to His Majesty by special personnel."

No one was allowed to see the emperor, and Murong Yan was the one who delivered the meals. This basically put the emperor under house arrest. If things go on like this, even if Murong Yan kills the emperor, no one outside will know about it. After Murong Yan finished speaking, he turned around and left. The emperor was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood. The maids and eunuchs screamed in shock, the emperor pushed away those who were supporting him, chased Murong Yan for two steps, and shouted: "You mere Lizi, who gave you the courage to treat me like this?"

Murong Yan stopped and looked sideways at the emperor with a smile that was not a smile: "Second Uncle, didn't you do the same thing when grandfather was still there? Why did you start making such a fuss when it was your turn?"

"Hahaha." The emperor raised his head and laughed, with blood dripping from his mouth, staring at Murong Yan with a sinister look, which made people shudder, "Murong Yan, I killed my brother and imprisoned my father, and now I am under your control. It is the fate of the Murong family. If this is the case, what about you? My today is your tomorrow, and in your later years, you will also be forced into the palace by your son to assassinate you, father and son will kill each other, and you will die a bad death."

Murong Yan has been scolded many times for not having a good death, and he himself feels that it would be strange if a person like him could end up well after doing all kinds of bad things. He used to smile disdainfully when he heard such words. Of course he will have retribution in the future, but what does that matter. None of those who scolded him would survive, and all those who offended him would be slaughtered by him. The defeat of the Japanese was nothing more than a death, so there was nothing to fear. But tonight, when the emperor scolded father and son for killing each other, Murong Yan suddenly felt a surge of anger from the bottom of his heart.

Suspicion by the emperor in his later years, quarreling between brothers, and calculations between father and son are all normal phenomena in the cycle of history. Murong Yan, who grew up in the emperor's family, understands this truth best. But at this moment, he thought that his future son would be born to Yu Qingjia. Murong Yan didn't care if the emperor cursed him, but he absolutely wouldn't allow anyone to say Yu Qingjia.

Murong Yan stopped and stood there for a long time, until the little eunuchs in the hall realized something was wrong. Of course Murong Yan's strange behavior could not be concealed from the emperor's eyes, the emperor frowned and said: "A person like you, would you care about your future offspring? Your son was never born...not right."

The emperor suddenly noticed something, and said in disbelief: "You got married today, and you got engaged as soon as you captured Yecheng. Could it be that...you have known your concubine for a long time, and it is her you want to marry?"

Murong Yan didn't respond, but the emperor laughed hahaha: "Retribution, retribution, Murong Yan, this is retribution. Murong's family gave birth to lunatics and love, but unfortunately, no one in several generations can die well. Cold-blooded like you Monster, even your biological parents can't accept you. How could a daughter raised by a normal family be loved by you? You only have a good-looking skin. Now she is confused by her appearance and is willing to talk and laugh with you, but Once time is long, get along day and night, let her know what kind of person you are, do you think she can bear you? You can't live without her, but the person you love is unwilling to stay by your side and treats you I feel disgusted and avoid it. Tsk, it's really pitiful."

No amount of vicious curses could hurt Murong Yan in the slightest, but these words were like a poisoned arrow, piercing deeply into the most caring part of Murong Yan's heart. This is his deepest fear.

He can use force to capture a city, and use force to make everyone listen to him, but what can he do to keep Yu Qingjia? He was not willing to hurt her, he was not willing to speak harsh words to her, and he was not even willing to see her unhappy. His cold-blooded cruelty is not a hobby, not an acquired influence, but a nature that is engraved in his bones, cannot be restrained, and cannot be changed. Even he himself hates such flaws, and Yu Qingjia grew up in the care of his parents. He is lively, loves to laugh, and has an upright and kind heart. If Yu Qingjia gradually sees what kind of person he is, will he feel disgusted and even regret marrying him? What about him?

The more you love, the more afraid you are. Losing is always more terrible than not getting it. Murong Yan suffered endlessly when he didn't get it, but if he got it now and then lost it, he would be worse than death.

The emperor laughed maniacally, Murong Yan stopped where he was, and did not move for a long time. Looking at the scene in front of them, the rest of the attendants felt inexplicably terrified, and their intuition told them that Murong Yan at this moment was far more dangerous than on the battlefield. No one dared to speak out rashly, in the end, it was Murong Yan who took the lead, and he continued to walk out, his demeanor was still good-looking, but his pace was much faster.

Murong Yan was about to walk out of the palace gate, but suddenly stopped in front of the threshold. Murong Yan didn't turn his head back, the fire outside faintly passed through the window, illuminating his picture scroll-like profile: "By the way, I just said that Second Uncle gave me a big wedding present, what did Second Uncle think? "

The emperor laughed wildly, his mouth was covered in blood. He wiped off the dried blood on his beard, and for a moment he didn't understand Murong Yan's meaning: "What did you say?"

"Second Uncle, don't you think you planned the siege, right? Second Uncle is really cunning. First, he hinted at your sons, asking them to collude with those who are not convinced by me, and take advantage of my wedding to relax their vigilance and launch an attack suddenly. If it succeeds, that's fine, but if it doesn't, you can take advantage of the chaos and spread the edict outside the city. With your own edict, the governors of the states will have a legitimate reputation for sending troops, and naturally ambitious people will come to King Qin. You have It’s really scheming to take advantage of your sons. It’s a pity that it’s too thin to be my wedding gift.”

The emperor gradually felt something was wrong: "What do you want to say?"

"Thank you Second Uncle for sending a few cousins ​​here. I accept your generous gift. I was worried that I would have no reason to kill them. With Second Uncle's push, I can finally get rid of people who don't like me. Cleaned up."

"You..." The emperor wanted to understand what Murong Yan wanted to do, he didn't come up, and almost spat out another mouthful of blood, "You dare! If you do this, won't you be afraid of causing public anger?"

He dare not? Murong Yan smiled lightly, not bothering to speak harshly to the emperor, she forcefully lifted the corner of her clothes and walked out of the hall. There were many soldiers standing on both sides of the palace, and the people behind Murong Yan hurriedly closed the palace door, and completely blocked the emperor's mad insults behind him. The attendants all knew that Murong Yan was not in the right state at the moment, so they didn't dare to express their anger, and asked cautiously: "Your Highness, Your Majesty..."

"He's got madness, let him recuperate well." Murong Yan walked down the steps, expressionless, and said casually, "The emperor's illness has deteriorated after so long. It seems that the people around him are not very useful. Since If it’s useless, let’s get rid of it.”

The attendant was startled, the emperor really touched Murong Yan's scales tonight, but he just said something that offended the princess, all the palace people in a palace will be replaced. The attendant was afraid and didn't dare to say more, he bowed his head and replied: "Yes."

In the third year of Guangxi, Murongxu, king of Yingchuan, colluded with two other kings to assassinate King Langya, but was defeated and captured, which led to the second round of purges in the court.

Murong Yan galloped all the way back to the palace. After he returned to the mansion, he almost couldn't wait to find Yu Qingjia. He didn't know what he was afraid of in such a hurry.

In the new house, Yu Qingjia waited for Murong Yan for a long time, but finally couldn't hold on anymore, and fell asleep leaning against the bedpost. She seemed to sense something in the dark, she suddenly opened her eyes, and saw Murong Yan sitting in front of her, looking at him deeply, she had been sitting for an unknown how long. His eyes were deep, and there seemed to be a black vortex inside, and even the light couldn't escape.

Yu Qingjia woke up immediately, pursed her lips and smiled at Murong Yan: "You are back."